He sits on the sidewalk on a near empty beach
Playing for coins thrown into his open case
And the reason he’s here, no one knows
And the passers-by, they look into his eyes
And say what a waste
He plays rhythm for a traveling band
A couple thousand miles and one-night stands
Searching for meaning in this world
But the road keeps getting longer
And the lights, they blind his eyes
As he slowly fades away
Strumming in his room, playing night and day
You know, man, rock and roll is here to stay
Searching for his manhood and his soul
And the blues they tell a story
That words can never know

And cannot understand